Mun is nervous, Rodimus is homeless

[cosmicrustbucket]

Hey, hey. Don't get all misty-opticed about what my old drill instructor said about me. I guess I just really impressed him. Though it doesn't hurt that most of it was true.

And c'mon, quit worrying so much. You're gonna do fine with me. We're going to be a fantastic team, I can already tell. Though you might want to try re-reading some of those other comics. Just to get some ideas.
Like those Rodimus Stars. That's a great idea.

Then again, this username is pretty awful. Did you really have to mention that? I can't believe you couldn't think of something better. But I guess 'totallyawesome' and 'chosenone' were taken already.
You're not getting a Rodimus Star anyway.

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[whatbedsidemanners]

[She sees an academy brat who thinks he can take on more than he should.]

Yes, Prime.

He set me on fire on purpose. He even asked me nicely if it was okay.

I'm sure it's what you'd have done.

[cosmicrustbucket]

[He can totally take on more than he should!
... except for cosmic rust. That's kind of hard to fight.]

Psssh, of course I'd ask first. It would be so rude to light a teammate on fire without asking them.

[He seems serious about that.]

I just can't think of a good reason to light you on fire. Like. Ever.

[whatbedsidemanners]

...

[Red Alert sighs warily and runs her good hand down the side of her face. Why is she surrounded by idiots like this.]

Right.

I'll remember that the next time Hot Shot decides to throw his flames around.

[cosmicrustbucket]

[Because she keeps finding them somehow?]

Well. Fire is kind of his thing. Can't stop a bot from doing his thing, y'know?

But maybe he should get a little target practice in. And aim away from his squad.

[whatbedsidemanners]

[She was better off when she was working for the Ministry of Science.]

What he needs is an exercise on common sense and restraint.

If you would discipline him some more...

[cosmicrustbucket]

[But it's so much more fun with the team, isn't it?]

He's just gotta grow up a little, that's all. He'll get it eventually.

Then again, if he's not listening you you every time he manages to light himself on fire...

[whatbedsidemanners]

You're a Prime, and I think he looks up to you more than he does me.

It'd benefit us all if he learned how to control himself before he melts his entire squad into scrapmetal.

[cosmicrustbucket]

You might be surprised. [Or, y'know, he's putting too much faith in the kid. Again.]

But fine, fine, I'll take him out for target practice. Heh, he'll probably love it.

[whatbedsidemanners]

That's not what he...

[Weren't you listening to her at all?]

Fine, if you think that'll help.

Just keep him away from anything important. Bring Ironhide too, just because.

[cosmicrustbucket]

He has to start somewhere. Figuring out how not to melt your squad seems like a pretty good starting point.

[You don't go from zero to 'jumping on a grenade' with just discipline you know.]

Yeah, sure. We'll make a day of it, it'll be great. Hopefully no one will end up in the medbay.

[whatbedsidemanners]

I'd ask you to teach him some humility, but I realize that I'd be asking for the impossible.

Tell you what, if you can get through the entire exercise without someone ending up in the medbay, then I'll reconsider attending that... social event with you.

[She totally forgets what it was called, dammit.]

[cosmicrustbucket]

C'mon, Chosen Ones do not do humility. They don't need it.

[But oh, Red Alert. You just perked him right up. He straightens slightly.]

You mean it? Really? [Has he ever grinned quite this widely? Probably not.] It's a deal! Consider it done. Totally done.

[whatbedsidemanners]

Just... don't make me regret it, Rodimus.

You still need to get through it without any serious burns.